Part 15

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Chapter 19.

I'd love to thank for editing this chapter , Inshallah I hope we work together again soon.

Nuriyah's POV

It felt different running without music.

I had a slower pace and since I wasn't concentrating, my mind kept going back to that photo of Rodrigo that I had found. From what I could make out, it must have been when he was younger, probably 18 years old. He was sitting next to a girl whose who had a guitar in her hand but her face had been torn out of the photo so I could not make out who on earth she was.

He was actually smiling in the photograph. Who was she to make Rodrigo, out of all people, happy? Ugh! Fluff was never a word I thought would come to mind regarding Rodrigo.

I came to an abrupt stop, my thoughts ceased as a shopkeeper opened her storefront window display. And oh my! What a display it was! A mannequin dressed in a floor length, emerald green evening dress was revealed. I could not resist taking a closer look. Like a little girl staring at a Barbie in the toy store window, I ogled at the gorgeous garment.

It is one of those moments when your heart is thumping too loud for you to think. And then seeing it through a window just was not enough, so I went on into the store.

"Ola! Good morning, how may I help you?" asked a sales assistant.

"That dress in the window is really beautiful," I sighed.

"Well it's unfortunately the only one we have left," she confessed persuasively.

'Nuriyah you cannot try this dress on! You just got a new job!' said my conscience.

'It looks just like my size!' said the little voice in my head, urging me to buy the dress.

'You will have to move Jannah and earth to pay for this!' my rational side warned me.

'But it's so pretty! It is more than pretty,' said the voice again.

"There's no harm in trying something on," the sales assistant coaxed.

This was the breaking point where my shopaholic side won over my reasonable side. My will power dwindled drastically. It never concedes so easily. I guess today is just an exception.

(10 minutes or so later in the change room)

I was eyeing myself outfitted in the most beautiful dress I have ever seen.

"It's perfect for an engagement party, or even a wedding," said the girly part of me. Even my business-minded side was agreeing, telling me it would be perfect for a red carpet event... if I ever went to one.

It went perfectly with my red hair and I could wear a plain black hijab with it- No need to go on a hijab hunt!

I looked like princess Merida when she didn't let her mother dress her for a ball- in a good way.

I twirled, loving the way the light caught on the luscious fabric, casting a dancing, sparkling reflection on the walls and floor of the room. I love the way it fit me like a glove.

This is definitely 'love at first sight'! This is the dress I want to spend the rest of my life with.

"Are you tearing up?" asked the assistant.

"I must be, BECAUSE I THINK I JUST FOUND MY DREAM DRESS!" I exclaimed happily.

"Is it a yes, then?" she asked.

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